Cullen laughs softly and, letting go of the pillow, wraps his arms around Alistair in much the same way.

"I swear to you, then," he murmurs into Alistair's ear, "I'd roll you away and protect you with my very life and my very sharp sword, against all incursions of Orlesians with cheese knives, which as I recall are hardly worthy of the name given how blunt they are."